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I'm a mommy's girl!


    I have a weak spot. bleh. I know. I may seem all tough and independent on the outside but I love my parents so much. I report to them on my daily activities. Clingy. Hey, only towards my parents. and Hey, dont judge! =)



    I believe it was because I wanted my parents to know what I'm doing so they won't worry so much. Anyway, due to the massive time difference, I figured all these reporting are going to be less frequent. And its upsetting. :(



    Boo.



    Love my mom. and Daddy. so so so much.



    xoox

Terrified, once again.


    At the very first moment when my ex and I were over, I thought I knew what I wanted. A stable-and-something-serious relationship. I really thought I had it going in my system. I was ready to rumble! I was all geared up and I have set my mind into a mode so serious I thought I nailed it.



    Then cold feet sets in. Thankfully, I am in no relationship, yet! But the messed up part is, remember right before I left for studies there was this guy I was seeing, he said he didn't want anything serious between us however, I feel quite the contrary. This is bad. because the moment he told me he hadn't wanted anything serious, I blocked him outta my system.



    I didn't wanna waste any more of my time. I have the ability to actually shield my emotions deep inside. I couldn't shed a tear as easily as I could previously. I believe it was because I actually used up my quotas on my tears the last break up.



    So here I am, feeling intimidated by the seriousness of being in a relationship, once again. I don't know what to do. Should I be honest and let them guys know?



    Oh bloody bugger. I hate this. go away cold feet. *pulls up the duvet*

What would you do?


    Say one day, you return from work late at night because there were some paperwork you have to get to urgently for tomorrow's meeting. Apparently, this meeting is a stepping stone to your 3000 dollars raise. So anyway, you parked your car in the porch. You open the lock to the front door.



    You eagerly walked up the stairs.

    *stairs creak*



    And open up the door to your bedroom thinking finally, you get to cuddle the one you love.



    *doors open*



    And there was the heinous, most appalling sight a scene can be. The urge to regurgitate what you have just eaten at dinner is so strong you could feel the bits and pieces of the steak at your throat. Your eyes stinging with hot burning salty tears that haven't been well-used since the passing of your parents.



    There it was.



     Your loved one lying on the bed drenched in a pool of blood, lifeless. She/he was slashed at the neck, right where the main blood capillary was, and you could see that the blood gushed out (when the murderer used that butcher knife mercilessly) stained the entire corner of the murder scene. And on top of it, these words written in blood. Your husband/wife's blood. It says, "Welcome back. You were late".



    Adrenaline rushed up to your brain. You just realized, some sick masochistic psycho killer just murdered your loved one.

    What do you do?



    You know really, I am conflicted. On instinct, I would be more than glad to hunt down this murderer and have him tortured at my own hands before I decide to finish him off.



    On the other hand, I ought to move on and let justice take actions on him. Currently, I am still conflicted to what I would do. In spite of that, I do believe that  when this tragedy really happens on me, God knows what I would do at that particular point in time. So really. I do not know.



    What about you readers?



    xoxo

Yay! New Look for me Blog!


    Hola dahlings! I spent most of my time trying to find a new dress for the love of my life, the one-never-disappointing-me, my BLOG. <3



    Yes, its' a tad red. Okay, a tad is an understatement, I believe! ahha. I'm into the merry christmas mode! And red is currently my sexiest and fav color! <3 <3



    Also, I will be able to attend my classes real soon! I so can't wait because there are too many activities on hold for me! And I'm busting my eagerness out of my wings to go there right now. Nevertheless, there would be stress coz I have TONNES to do! but hey, what can I complain about!



    See you next time babehs!



    <3



    xoxo

Ciara for Grazia.it

    Miss Ciara Flood for Grazia.it



    The Assistant Buyer for Net-a-Porter's menswear site, Mr Porter, beautiful Ciara was a dream to photograph. On a day when it had poured with rain the entire morning, arriving at Ciara's converted warehouse apartment just as the sun was reemerging (yes!) to a warm welcome in her gorgeous, soft Irish lilt was a relief. I met Ciara very briefly at Paris men's fashion week in June outside the Lanvin show when she was wearing a sublime white dress from Richard Nicoll. As soon as she said her name was Ciara and she worked for Mr Porter, my brain started whirring. Some time before, my editor at Grazia, Tamu, had suggested that I might like to photograph a girl called Ciara who worked for Net-a-Porter and was really sweet and super beautiful. Hellllllllllllooooo and here she was! How had I not bumped into her before?



    So in July I headed on over to Ciara's apartment to take these photos. As you might expect from a buyer (she assists the Senior Buyer on Designer, Shoes and Designer Accessories), Ciara is incredibly well organised. As soon as we were done chatting, Ciara wheeled out a rail from behind a large, white curtained-off space (her boyfriend is a furniture designer so everything in their apartment is design conscious) to reveal her selects for our shoot. Her style? Fresh, simple pieces that focus on colour, shape and proportion. Ciara was telling me that for her sister's wedding her bridesmaid's dress was the ChloƩ ballerina dress: how perfect and chic! As for accessories, she is never without a fabulous pair of shoes, bag (her most recent purchase was this Coach navy duffel bag) and 8 rose gold bangles which are on permanent loan from her mama!



    Since Ciara started at Mr Porter (she was previously with the womenswear team at Net-a-Porter) more boyish pieces have crept into her wardrobe. As she says "looking at menswear every day is bound to have some influence". Dressing for special occasions (it is wedding season in Europe!) is also something Ciara is embracing. The exquisite cream dress Ciara is wearing in the first photographs is from Imitation by Tara Subkoff which she is in the process of dyeing navy "it's pretty hard to wear a long lace cream dress" and she has just acquired this Alexander Wang asymmetric dress.



    Read more about Ciara, how her mum influences her style choices and her favourite places to shop for flowers and body products (Australian label Aesop!) in the Grazia.it article here.



    Ciara's outfits? White Shirt (Equipment), red shorts (Acne), beige ankle strap sandals (Stella McCartney);

    White t-shirt (American Apparel), green trousers (Acne);

    Yellow anorak (Aubin and Wills), navy shorts (Maje), wedges (Stella McCartney);

    Denim shirt (Stella McCartney), denim jeans (Theyskens Theory), sandals (Clarks Originals).



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